This is Paul's most recent work, written just last week.  - poetheart 01/12/01

My waking thoughts and sleeping moments
Are yours.another world and life
Telling its own tale
My deeds are no longer

And my fantasies are irrelevant
Hoping to succumb to the exasperating
Premise for which I lay my head down
And let myself drift to peace

Peace is only in the world that
Comes and goes with our eyes closed
And leaves once the sun moves in

Peace and harmony
Rarities in themselves
And plastered over an
Imaginary precipice

Towering high in the imagination
Of crimson skies and lonely meadows
Peaking only to remind us
Of what life really could be.

© 2002 by Paul Papasavas

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